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Following The Main Event;

By AliceJericho

Chapter 4: A Day In The Life

"He who seeks vengeance must dig two graves: one for his enemy and one for himself." – Chinese Proverbs

Monday, January 18

"She's not actually here, is she? Hitman's not on the card."

"You can't stand the guy yet you use a nickname."

"He's Bret 'The Hitman' Hart, the nickname comes with the person. And I can do what I want."

I was stretched out over the couch in Legacy's locker room. If the cameras were to come, there would be a lot of explaining to do because of their feud, and my alliance with, DX. But the cameras weren't scheduled to be there at all during the show so I allowed my guard to be let down and myself to relax.

"Cody, you're needed at Gorilla in 10." One of the backstage runners – he was new, so I didn't know him – stuck his head into the locker room before leaving just as quickly.

"I'm so out of the loop. Are you winning?" I asked Cody who rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"We're going against Cena. What do you think?" I pouted at him, "I am the lucky one who gets pinned."

"Legacy's going to die soon, right? Then you'll be great and winning and..."

"They haven't got a character for me, Sun. I don't know what I'm doing after Legacy."

"Legacy isn't over until Wrestlemania. That's plenty of time, Codes. We might even be able to convince Vince to put us together." I smiled hopefully at him but I knew that he wasn't going to bite. "Break a leg out there, alright?" I stood up to give him a good luck kiss before he left.

"Don't get into too much trouble back here." He managed to joke after we pulled apart from each other.

It was not a well known fact that if Cody Runnels lost a match he was going to be annoyed, angry or very sad for the rest of the evening. He knew that it came with the job description and he knew that winning every week just wasn't a possibility, but that didn't stop it from putting him in a terrible mood.

"Cody, stop walking so fast." I mumbled as I trailed behind him. He had showered and changed, the show had ended and we were making our way out of the arena and to our rented car. "I know you're in one of your moods, but, really, slow down."

"One of my moods, Sun?" he turned around and we both stopped. "That's what you think this is?"

"That's because that's exactly what it is!" I said without hesitation, "Cody, it happens whenever you lose. All I'm asking is for you to walk a little slower." I stood beside him but faced the opposite way, hoping that this time he would keep in time with me. "Can we go now?"

"Yeah, little miss bossy pants." The smile was small but I was thankful it was there.

Tuesday, January 19

The morning I saw Laura Hart hightail it out of Matt Korklan's hotel room. What were her rules again? Don't become a wrestler. Don't date, marry or get knocked up by one.

I'm one hundred percent positive that she hadn't seen me watch her leave which was going to make it very interesting when I saw her again.

That time came about an hour later when she was sitting at a table in a cafe close to the hotel we were staying at. I walked straight over to her and sat down in the empty seat across from her and smiled at her.

"Yes, Sunday?" she asked as she took a sip of her coffee, "How can I help you?"

"I know something you don't want me to know." I put on my best innocent smile and wasn't shocked to see that she shook her head and responded with:

"What could you possibly know, Sunday? I haven't seen you in ten plus years." It was my turn to shake my head and correct her, reminding her that we had seen each other at the 2006 Hall of Fame. Fun night, that was. "Minor technicality. What do you have to say, Sunday? Spit it out."

"I saw you this morning." She was still looking at me like I was the scum of the earth, "Exiting Matt Korklan's hotel room at lightning speed... Talk about the walk of shame, same clothes as last night."

"You don't know anything." She scoffed at me. I sat back in the seat and stated proudly,

"But I can manipulate the truth." Shawn had always tried to tell me that it wasn't such a good thing, that it was going to get me into trouble. Oh well.

"Do you want daddy to find out, Laura? Bret won't be too happy to hear that his daughter is breaking one of his precious little rules."

"You wouldn't do that, Sunday." She tried to sound like she was stating a fact but I heard some uncertainty sneak through.

"You might want to be nice to me, Laura... Or I'll spread these rumours." I stood up and walked away after that. I could feel her glaring a hole in back but I wasn't going to turn around. Why would I turn around? I'd let her know that, even after so many years, I was still in charge.

When I saw my father and Paul next, the latter was quick to ask me what I had done. He saw me smiling – smirking, rather – proudly and I knew that dad wouldn't have noticed had Paul not said anything. Paul's the more observant one.

"That's none of your business, Hunter."

"You haven't been messing with Laura, have you?" Paul may be most observant but dad was a great guesser.

"Not messing." No one said anything about it after that. Not because they thought it was appropriate but because both of them were sick of arguing with me after so many years of trying to get me to do the right thing. I'm not – nor was I ever – a bad kid, I just had some trouble following explicit rules. I always put my own little twist on things.

"Are you coming with us to the gym tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'll get started on the dumbbells... Have to start small or I'll do some serious damage and I can't risk that, can I?"